Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

After a while, Ryan casually chatted about daily topics: "Speaking of summer vacation - Professor, what are your plans for summer vacation?"

"..."

Snape glanced at him.

"Researching potions."

He replied coldly.

That's right.

After confirming Lily's condition, he naturally had a goal and a general direction for his next research on the Soul Radiance Potion - during the next summer vacation, he planned to initially perfect the first version of the potion's formula.

but...

"Aren't you going back home to Spider's Alley?"

Ryan asked softly.

Then he saw Snape's expression turn dangerous.

"...Home?"

He squeezed the word out of his throat with difficulty.

He has no home anymore.

Perhaps in the distant past, he still had some nostalgia for Spider Alley.

But now, every breath of air he breathed in that place was spicy with regret and pain.

"Are you provoking me? Elias?"

He looked at Ryan coldly.

"Of course not, Professor."

Ryan said seriously, "I don't mean to make you sad, but the fact is... I'm afraid you really need to go back this summer."

"Why? I'm not Potter, I'm not bound to return to Hell..."

Snape instinctively mocked the unconscious Harry, but halfway through he seemed to realize something and looked at Ryan with wide eyes.

"No...you mean, about Lily..."

His voice was a little flustered for a moment.

"Yes."

And Ryan nodded.

"Ms. Lily's condition has been confirmed—she still has some instincts left, but that's about it."

"It's obviously impossible for us to extract memories from her soul. It's possible to extract memories from Harry's soul, but it's also difficult..."

He told the truth.

"I can confirm from the case of Mr. Frank and Ms. Alice that even if the good memories shared are not from one's own, they can stimulate a divided soul."

"For example, the part of Ms. Alice's memory about Mr. Frank can stimulate Mr. Frank's soul, so..."

"I think we need a lot of good memories of Ms. Lily, as well as a huge amount of strong positive emotions as potion ingredients... I can find a way to obtain positive emotions, but the memories of Ms. Lily..."

By the time he said this, Snape understood.

If Lily Potter is to return, her own soul can no longer provide memories.

"You're the perfect candidate, Professor."

Ryan sighed.

Of course he knew that returning to Spider's Alley would be an extremely difficult choice for Snape.

And making him recall his past with Lily Evans there was a torture tantamount to torture.

But there was no choice, he had to do it.

Because there are not many people who care about Lily Potter the closest and have good memories with her - teachers like Dumbledore may be one of them, but the emotions in the memories they provide will obviously not be too strong.

"Oh, that's not right... and Sirius - if he comes back to Hogwarts, maybe I can..."

But when he thought of this, Ryan suddenly thought of a prisoner who had escaped from prison.

But just as he said this, he saw Snape's ferocious eyes like a vicious dog.

"The prisoner? That arrogant, reckless, foolish bastard—using his foolish memories as material to bring Lily back? Are you kidding me, Elias?"

"Oh, don't get excited, Professor - I know what you mean. No one understands Lily Potter better than you do."

"I repeat... it's not Potter - it's Evans!"

Snape became even more excited.

Chapter 144: When the wanderer returns home, he is surrounded by love! (End of the first school year)

Draco Malfoy sat at the long table in the Great Hall.

The floating candles in the auditorium and the beautiful dome that looks like the starry sky are just the same as when I first entered school.

The excited discussions of the little wizards could be heard all around.

Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff - the young wizards from the three academies were either discussing their exam results or where to go during the summer vacation.

Only at the Slytherin table, the discussion was very quiet and everyone was keeping their voices down.

Draco should have thought this was normal.

Pure-blood families are always noble, and they shouldn't be as noisy as the mudbloods from other houses.

But now, the situation is slightly different.

Because Draco knew what these Slytherin little wizards were discussing in silence.

"Lian Elias..."

When Draco thought of this name, he felt like he was experiencing a very long dream.

Yes.

Whenever they talk about this school year, every first-year wizard will of course mention this name.

Draco couldn't help but recall what happened in front of the auditorium when he first entered school.

At that time, he only felt hatred and disgust towards Ryan, with a hint of fear.

Then came the duel in the Slytherin common room, then the Quidditch pitch, then the Christmas holidays...

And today, Draco found that he no longer felt any disgust or hatred towards Ryan.

No matter how proud he was of his pure-blood identity, he had to admit it.

In just one year, he could hardly see Ryan's back.

He was so outstanding and so talented that he was beyond Draco's and everyone else's understanding.

Draco knew that almost the entire wizarding world now believed that Ryan would become the next Dumbledore.

And just when he thought of this.

"Elias!"

He heard cheers.

He turned his head and saw Ryan walking into the auditorium.

The long table in the Snake Academy fell silent in an instant. The first-year wizards lowered their heads, and the senior snakes stopped talking.

The young wizards from the other three colleges cheered in unison—Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

Draco saw Filch holding his cat by the door of the Great Hall - his cat had been ill before and was still sick.

Filch's figure was also hunched, like a waiter welcoming the king into the hall.

"Ryan, why are you so late? The party is about to start!"

Draco heard Cedric Diggory, the most outstanding wizard in the third grade, greet Ryan with a smile.

"Oh, I just met an old friend and told him some things about the summer vacation..."

Ryan replied with a smile.

Then, Draco heard Qiu Zhang ask with a smile: "Ryan, which table are you sitting at today?"

"Qiu, George Fred and I have some grievances to deal with."

In the end, Ryan still chose to sit in Gryffindor under the watchful eyes of the young wizards.

The young wizards from the three academies seemed to become extremely harmonious because of his arrival.

"He's practically the king of Hogwarts."

Then, Draco Malfoy felt a strange feeling rising in his heart.

He thought he might be a little envious.

"No, I'm not envious!"

But he quickly rejected the idea.

How could the great Malfoy possibly envy such a thing?

But at this moment...

"Draco."

He heard a voice beside him.

He turned his head and saw Goyle and Crabbe - his two followers.

That's right... lackeys - Draco never considered them friends.

Because he knew that Goyle and Crabbe followed him only because of the reputation of the Malfoy family - their family's influence had declined greatly due to the fall of the Dark Lord in the past.

"Senior Dokhorov asked us to go to the room on the second floor after dinner to discuss plans... Do you want to go?"

Gore asked at this moment.